 Allow me to direct your attention to the work of one Nicole D., whose haunting paintings are at once evocative of those Baroque still-lives commissioned by rich people to visually catalog the sweet sweet stuff they owned, and some of the cooler displays at the Waikiki Aquarium. Don't ask me how I stumbled upon her work.
Allow me to direct your attention to the work of one Nicole D., whose haunting paintings are at once evocative of those Baroque still-lives commissioned by rich people to visually catalog the sweet sweet stuff they owned, and some of the cooler displays at the Waikiki Aquarium. Don't ask me how I stumbled upon her work.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Nicole D.
 Allow me to direct your attention to the work of one Nicole D., whose haunting paintings are at once evocative of those Baroque still-lives commissioned by rich people to visually catalog the sweet sweet stuff they owned, and some of the cooler displays at the Waikiki Aquarium. Don't ask me how I stumbled upon her work.
Allow me to direct your attention to the work of one Nicole D., whose haunting paintings are at once evocative of those Baroque still-lives commissioned by rich people to visually catalog the sweet sweet stuff they owned, and some of the cooler displays at the Waikiki Aquarium. Don't ask me how I stumbled upon her work.
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Intriguing... were you looking at this when you came across her work?
No, but that's a really fucking disturbing site, thanks.
you're welcome.
Little eggs in sperm.
MMM internet. A powerful to aid people in making stupid & awesome things simultaneously. I can't believe how much/little I have/haven't learned from the internet. Praise it!/Curse it!
dammit, "tool" was supposed to be the "to aid" part ... dammit ruined.
That was still a stirring essay.
BTW: little hurt that Fugu didn't even MENTION the Obama I lynked.
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